| Fear and Chaos |
From this chaos –
toys and trash and tipped over,
disheveled furniture;
unidentifiable squishy spots;
ripped open bags and books
laying on multi-no-color carpet –
what can You make?
My daughter tells non-sensical stories.
The iron giant, who was good in the movie,
had been given a shot of poison
that’s turned him into a bad thing
chasing her. But you saved her.
She rambles on like this
never completing one narrative
before moving on to another.
She concludes by announcing
“I’ll clean up the living room
in the morning.” Then,
by the light of the television,
I see her holding in tears.
She informs me
that she’s not afraid of the dark
in a voice that sounds like stumbling.